Let there be light
to birth the heart,
that in turn shall birth the world
and without the light,
no thing that shall be,
shall be.
Let there be form,
for in the amorphous dark,
we were formless
and there was no need
to perceive it.
That light is words,
each spoken softly,
from the lips,
to eternity.
A thought,
spreading like a shattered vessel,
sparkling gems of existence,
spinning out into nowhere,
for even the space
had not existed
before the light prescribed it.
It has been a long time
since we woke up
on that first dawn.
It’s funny how
we now think of ourselves
as creatures of the light,
when before,
in the dark,
we were boundless.
We lived forever
and saw in colors
you can’t even imagine.
Here,
now,
we are fleeting;
afterthoughts,
but our consciousness
is as old as time.
From the singularity
before time existed,
to this moment,
straining the fabric,
fulfilling the syllables
of those first words.
A day,
in the life,
of the infinite.
HG – 2018
